May 9. 2011 A Story

On the way back to my house, a black person set in front of me in the bus. He raised up his right hand and stared at his hand. I was curious, so I look it up his hand. And, I found a festered wound. While I was little shocked, he kissed away the wound and lowered his hand. I wonder where did he get that wound from...

돌아오는 버스에서, 내 앞에 어떤 흑인이 앉았다. 자기 손을 들어올려 빤히 쳐다 보길래 나도 궁금해서 봤다. 손금에 곪아가는 흉터가 보였다. 그 사람은 그부분에 따뜻한 키스를 하고 다시 손을 내렸다. 그 흉터는 어디에서 얻은 것 일까...